How would you envisage life in a year or so?
One of awakened senses?
Perhaps with the dawn of light,
An enlightening of the soul.
The rays of the Sun trickle through tall, sturdy trees,
Trees that have survived time,
They have grown tall and shade the streets,
Calm streets, untread by hurried feet,
Applaud their heritage.
There is no air that chokes the greenest of its leaves.
I have seen the dust settle on some of those leaves,
A long time ago, when Man wasn’t as conscious of his inaction to preserve nature,
It did choke the tiny birds and insects that feed on the leaves,
Some left bereft of its essence.
Now, I take quiet footsteps,
The stilling silence, nature’s inheritance,
I breathe the most freshest of air,
The smog has cleared, the calm has settled.
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